The 31st Consort Novels & Stories

“Where’s Naya, my head maid?” The girl shifted nervously. “The new head consort took her for herself… and assigned me to you.” Serena sat up sharply. “New head consort? When did that happen?” “Yesterday, after the incident, the king announced a new head consort.” The maid explained. Her voice hardened. “Who is the new head consort?” The maid lowered her head. “Head Consort Janina.” Serena blinked, disbelief turning into burning rage. She might hate Lirvana, but at least she had some claim and she doesn’t pretend , but Janina? That scheming daughter of a murderer had no right. And to steal her maid? Unforgivable.

“Hmm.. Very regal, indeed.” “And you will be Royal Consort Akari Nikolai-Kingston.” “It has a nice ring to it.” ****

“After Luna's passing, he had no choice than to have a consort, hoping to crown her son if he happens to not find you until it was time for him to abdicate the throne.” My eyes narrowed. A consort that never showed her face nor did her son. Aren't they aware that I am back? As families, they should be the first to see me and not the Clan members. I gasped and licked my lips. “It sounds great knowing that I have a family and even a brother. Isn't it?” She forced a smile on her face—I noticed that smile wasn't from the depth of her heart. Then what does it mean? Are they….. “It's time we enter the hall.” one of the maids standing at the doorpost announced and I stood. A glance at Evelyn, she c

My heart sank slowly, each word pressing deeper than the last. “As the high consort,” he continued, “your position still holds honor. But your responsibilities, duties, and services must be documented.” Giselle nodded in agreement, turning her head slightly to Scarlett. “That’s why Scarlett and I were making a list of your services. But…” She paused, her expression turning thoughtful, “...we weren’t able to list a single service before. And that could give you the title of a lowly concubine.” High consort, harem, concubine. All these terms seemed foreign to my ears. I truly felt how thin the ground beneath my feet had become.

“Ah! No need to be too courteous, we are one family, please come inside,” “Thank you for your grace, your majesty,” They walked forward until they were close to the table and spread out sideways so the room didn’t look crowded. “What could have brought all of you here on a good day like this? I don’t remember this Queen hosting an event,” I asked them while maintaining a flawless smile. The Royal ladies looked at each other, waiting for who was going to be bold enough to go first. Eventually, lady Brenda, the princess consort of the third prince stepped forward.

He also demoted Lucas from a consigliere as well, and the judgment all ended. “I will also have to announce to you all that my slave is back to me—but won't be a slave any longer….” Don Dante remarked. Biance almost spat out, but she held herself. “She will now be a second-rank consort while Bianca will be a first rank consort. Whoever conceives an heir to the throne first will be crowned Luna.” he added, taking a glance at Lena.

EVELARA The chamber fell into a dead silence. The words “As my consort” echoed in my mind like thunder shattering my senses into pieces. For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe. I stood there, frozen, the world narrowing to the cold glint in Lucien Virek’s eyes — the Lycan King who had just publicly claimed me in front of his guards, and his brother. Consort… Did he just—say that? Which era are we living in!?

Enchantia boasted herself while patting her average chest. Nevaeh laughed after hearing her daughter. She was totally a jokester; she was happy to hear the confidence in her voice. Enchantia never worried her about anything. If there was nothing at home, she will never cry about it. She had that overload confidence in her which lessened their worry. “Yes, my baby is the best. If he ever troubles you then leave him, my daughter can still become a royal consort.” “Yes, yes, now you get me. You don’t have to worry about anything mom, I will make him eat in the palm of my hands. He will be a slave to my love, so don’t worry and prepare to receive your rich son in law.”

TWO WEEKS LATER. IT WAS already dusk, and Vaelora wasn't sure Chief Wofah's daughter was still going to show up. The third consort candidate had just left the royal House the day before. "Luna." Danika's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "It's time for dinner, my Queen." "Oh...." Vaelora whispered, realizing it was actually late. This meant that Lady Helena Wofah wouldn't show up again today. "I'll be down shortly. Please tell the maid and sentinels assigned to the consort candidate's room, to retire for the night. I don't think our fourth candidate is showing up anymore."

Evidently, I had been the only one out of the loop in the entire mansion. Thinking of the tragic deaths I suffered in my previous two timelines, my gaze grew colder. “Naturally. His Majesty has already bestowed upon me the title of consort to the Crown Prince. The wedding is to take place shortly. “General Murray, I’m afraid I cannot continue playing along with this charade any longer.” Rio narrowed his eyes. His expression darkened. “Reverie Savoy, you are nothing but a spy. His Majesty would only sentence you to death! “If you reconsider your choice now, I might still spare your life!”